Actually, these past days
I have felt in my head
That a bunch of sad thoughts
They dance like tentacles
Of a sea anemone.
Like Vitruvian man
As much as I extend my arms
I do not exceed the radius
Of my loneliness.
The waves of grief
They make me move
Indistinctly
From there to here.
Like a wandering satellite of Saturn
I feel concentric rings
They oppress my chest
In a lethal hug.
Without looking into your eyes
What's the meaning of
The flower that rocks
The passing cloud
The sky, the perfume, the sea.
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